Chapters (26)
- Cover
- Praise for The Springs of Affection
- Also by Maeve Brennan
- INTRODUCTION
- The Morning after the Big Fire
- The Old Man of the Sea
- The Barrel of Rumors
- The Day We Got Our Own Back
- The Lie
- The Devil in Us
- The Clever One
- A Young Girl Can Spoil Her Chances
- A Free Choice
- The Poor Men and Women
- An Attack of Hunger
- Family Walls
- The Drowned Man
- The Twelfth Wedding Anniversary
- The Carpet with the Big Pink Roses on It
- The Shadow of Kindness
- The Sofa
- The Eldest Child
- Stories of Africa
- Christmas Eve
- The Springs of Affection
- NOTE
She reached the corner of her own street and began to hurry along Sandford Road. She began to consider what she was about to do. She would have to tell Father Carey that Hubert had driven her out of her home for no reason. She would tell him that she was afraid to go back there. What she had in mind was to borrow enough money from Father Carey to pay her way to where John was. She was sure that when the priest heard her story he would give her the money. She didn’t know him well, she had only had the one talk with him, when John went away, but she had often attended his Mass and she was sure he would not refuse her. Once she saw John again and talked with him, she would be on sure ground. She would find some kind of work, maybe even in the seminary. Sewing, cooking, minding children, even ordinary housework, she would do anything, and when you came to think of it, there were a lot of things she could do. She had always wanted to be a nurse, when she was young. There might be some work to be found in a hospital. She would expect very little in the way of pay, only enough to keep body and soul together. She would do her work, she would go to Mass, she would pray, and that is all she would ask in exchange for the chance of seeing John once in a while. She would become friendly with all of John’s friends. They would come to her with their troubles, and she would be the one who would know best how to talk to them. The priests in charge would wonder how they had ever got along without her. She was surprised that all this had not occurred to her before, and then she remembered that she could never have left the house if Hubert had not thrown her out. Now nobody could attach blame to her. She had done the only thing she could do. Someday she hoped Hubert would be ashamed of himself, but by then it would be too late. It was too late now. As long as she lived she would not be able to forget what he had said, or to remember exactly what it was he had said, only that it was the sort of thing people in their right minds didn’t think of.